Field Mob — Don't Want No Problems lyrics

[Verse One]
We was up in the club
Fillin' these with all the intention we sip of Hennessy
My friend and me, I caught my niggas killin' me
Testin' weed until the enemy got the Tennessee
To hinder me, all in my face feelin' me
Bud we pretend to weed, hennessey to silly
Gang bangers throwin' up signs jumpin up and down
Bumpin' into me sayin' things that offendin' me
Still here and we ballin' half drunk, bouncin off song after song
Inhalin' gun after gun, blazin up blunt after blunt, havin' fun
When a nigga took a jab at me
One push from the back of me
Tryin' to tackle me and wrestle me
Couldn't get me down, so they hit me in the back and beat (yeah)
They had me badly beaten
I gotta glass in me, but it was just a scratch to me
Ah few stitches some vasiline
A half a week, it cleared up fast and clean
To a scratch you can bearly see, so I ain't mad you see
I want to squash and flaten and beat
Like White Castle's and crystal square beef patties beat
'Cause I'm so sick of you harassin' me, and playin' with me
So can we can it please?
Before we cause a tragedy, and someone pain and agony
But if you feel you can handle me, and still wanna take the man in me
This time I'll have to shut you down
Like Sunshine Anderson, because...

[Verse Two]
I'm from the home of racist rednecks and confederate flags
You could strand them hussies, politicians and drags
Cotton pickin', slave tradin' and nigga lynchin'
Lead to more oppression, me Cricket caught trigger pinchin' (well)
Ridin' along, mindin' my own buisness, God as my witness
It was five in the morn', passin' along, hop in the cornerrrr
No, po-lice, hold up, turn the radio down (put your seatbealt on)
Put your seatbealt on
Shit, God damn
Give me the fuckin' weed
He's gone
What!?
He kept goin'
It's like I got enemy's, 'cause of my race they hate me
Fuck pullin' over, chase me
Guess it's safe to say it makes me crazy
Can't give up, 'cause this hate it makes me
Wanna grab an ak spray strays on 8th street
8 ways and blaze the day bleed
E-E-8-D-D-E-8-B
Tryin' to say we pull more keys than a leash of ladies
Well ok, hate me, say we crazy
But lately, baby
Even criticizin' the way we say things
I pray everyday, but the way he hating
I wish Jeff Dahmer was here, why?
So he could eat President Bush's baked beans
That's why I've been a crook since 18
Leave me alone, listen to what the hook is saying